#/ this is LONG but it's meant to be like an interview style kinda thing.. hehe

[hexlunas]

AN ‘HONESTY HOUR’ INTERVIEW WITH LUNA OF THE HEX GIRLS !

tucked away in the corner of crestle cove is an unassuming, single storey house, not exactly the sort of house one would expect to find an up and coming musician and her best friend living at. it’s the home of kim bora, better known by the public and fans as luna of the hex girls, crestle cove’s latest punk-rock, eco-goth band that’s been rapidly and loudly taking over the music charts.

when she welcomes me into her home, it’s with a cheerful smile and a warm cup of lemon ginger honey tea, a signature of hers mentioned by her bandmates – a strong lover of nature and natural herbal remedies, this is one that’s been said to cure a sore throat in a couple of hours. we bring our tea into the middle of her living room, decorated with bits and bobs of antiques and appliances incongruously thrown into the mix. it feels like we’re just two friends having a conversation over a nice cup of tea, albeit with a recorder in between. i ask if she’s heard of honesty hour, and she says she has; she promises to be as honest as she can.

let’s start with something easy. if you can have any other occupation, what would it be and why?

LUNA: another occupation? i can’t think of anything! my brothers, i’ve got five of them, y’know... i think we all ended up in different industries. and i guess, after everyone had found their footing and i was still trying to find mine, my second oldest brother brought me over to crestle for school. that was where i met yifei and daehyun – thorn and dusk, y’know, and something about us making music just clicked for me! this is such a disappointing answer, isn’t it? i don’t think i could do anything else, and i love the hex girls, after all. i suppose if i had to choose, i’d say... hmm, maybe a gardener. it’s been my hobby since high school, and i’d say i’ve got a green thumb!

i can see that, your house is blooming! if your house was burning down and you could only save one thing, what would it be?

oh my, that’s a big change from the first question! if this place was burning down... i’d have to save my housemate, if he was inside, of course. ah, is that a cop out as well? let’s see... my phone, which is a terribly millennial thing to say, but it really does have three quarters of my life stored on it. our music, my journals, photos of friends and family. everything can be bought again, but it’d be awful to lose all those important memories when i’ve got them stored on my phone. though i’d forgo all that if my housemate was inside too, definitely.

you must be close with your housemate. what quality do you most value in a friend?

loyalty. or honesty, i think? this sounds a little sad, but sometimes it does feel like people leave easily, so it means a lot to me when someone stays in touch, or makes an effort, because i definitely try to do the same! and i suppose honesty is part of that, too, i’d be hurt to be kept in the dark by a friend, and i appreciate when people be straightforward with me. i think they come together, or, well, we can’t have loyalty without honesty or vice versa in a friendship.

i see. what is your honest opinion of everyone else?

everyone else? yifei is definitely the leader amongst the three of us, she’s got the most drive and daring when it comes to her music, and what she wants! i admire that about her, the fact that she’s totally got what she wants down and she’ll stop at nothing for it. there’s been a couple of rumours between her and me, but i can promise that’s not true! we started the hex girls because we were all friends, and we definitely still are.

as for daehyun, well. he’s the youngest of us but he definitely doesn’t behave like it, can i say that? he’s been writing a lot of music for us, and not to be biased but i think it’s really good, so look out for that! dae’s just, he’s really reliable and always affectionate, and it’s really nice to be able to say we’re friends, not just bandmates.

and, if ‘everyone else’ includes the guy who escaped the house before you got here, noah’s my best friend! we knew each other when we were still kids in south korea, and i guess it was fate that brought us both to crestle. so we’ve been friends for a really long time, and we’ve shared the ups and downs of life together too! i trust him a lot, and i hope he does too.

what’s an essential childhood experience that you missed out on?

a full family vacation. my brothers are all older than me, the first and second by a lot, so when it got to me and my school holidays, they were usually working by then! i don’t think we’ve ever managed to all go on a vacation together. i used to just tag along to the different places they went to, which coincidentally is how i ended up in crestle. no one’s to blame for that, since my brothers and my parents were always busy, but i guess it would have been nice to be able to have a vacation, with all eight of us.

what advice would you tell your younger self?

breathe. calm down. we’re still growing, and learning, and it’s okay. i was the youngest, with five pairs of huge shoes to fill. so i really wanted to catch up to my brothers, be the best and, you know, perfect, like they are. it’s only been recently that i’ve learnt to take a breather and not hold myself to standards that are too high.

that’s definitely good advice. what is some advice you think everyone should hear?

be a little more environmentally conscious! i don’t think i have advice that everyone would need, but this is definitely something you can do to make yourself feel a little better, like using a reusable bag or sustainable cutlery, you know? i think it feels good to be able to do something about climate change, even if it’s small. if you feel down, at least you’ll know you’ll have made a small impact for the earth, and isn’t that comforting?

that’s true! what’s something else you do to bring your spirits up – what is your biggest guilty pleasure?

i love window shopping, and actual shopping, oops, in antique shops! there’s just something about learning all the history behind each item that’s nice, and i like finding something unique for the house, as you can tell.

what do you think people take way too seriously?

can i say echo? i’m going to say echo, i know people don’t really take tabloids seriously, but the drama it’s been causing is just silly. we’re not all out to get each other, i promise. let’s just stop reading those tabloids!

what is one thing you want to tell someone but don’t have the courage to say?

ah, there’s a lot, to many people... right now, though, i think i’d like to tell someone how i feel about them. it’s been a long time, and i – i guess it’d be nice to be honest, like i am right now, but i don’t want anything to change between us either, which is why i haven’t said anything.

i'll be rooting for you! what are your thoughts on love?

i think love is really important to me. platonic, familial, romantic, all of them. my love life hasn’t been too exciting, but i have good friends and family with me, and i really, well, love them! i try to give as much love as i’ve received, and i hope everyone around me can feel it too.

and i guess it’s inevitable that love is important to me, when that’s a staple in the music industry. i love love, i’ll admit, but finding it for myself... i’m working on it!

would you rather live without love or adventure?

without adventure, easy. i don’t think i could live without love, that’d be too isolating. i can forgo adventure if i have my friends and family around, they’re all the excitement i need.

what is your greatest fear?

it’s cliche, but failing the people i love. i think it’s true to most people, not wanting to hurt or disappoint our loved ones, and i definitely don’t want to either. i guess it’s what you get when you put a fear of failure and a fear of abandonment together, haha! 

what do you feel is the defining moment of your life?

coming to crestle cove! it’s where the biggest moments have happened in my life, where i found steadier footing for myself, met yifei and daehyun and formed the hex girls, lived almost half of my life in! none of this would have happened if i hadn’t decided to come to crestle for high school, and now i can’t imagine how my life would be if i wasn’t here. crestle really brought me to the best people and all of those important moments i’ve had, and it starts from when i first arrived.

last one. what is one quote you live by?

leave me but a little to myself – it’s a line from othello that stuck with me from high school literature. i know it isn’t the right meaning, but it reminds me that relationships are about reaching across to each other and to where the other person is, and bringing a bit of you over to them. it’s something i’ve learnt to do, in my own relationships, instead of trying to force two people into a common place, and to be generous with what i can give of myself to others. and it also reminds me to take a little break, and have some time to myself, too.

thank you so much for listening to me ramble, and share my honest thoughts!

[spiltscribbles]

combo of 7 & 8 for pynch hehe :)

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.-

“It’s the last straw! I’m done! I’m over it!” Blue stabs the spoon into her yogurt, teeth clenched, and knuckles white. Adam, like the good friend he is, just calmly slides it out of her hand and gives her a banana instead.

“She’s not that bad of a roommate,” he tells her with a one armed shrug. The look she shoots him can only be described as the personification of betrayal. Adam can’t believe it’s the third time he’s rolled his eyes at her and it hasn’t hit nine in the morning yet.

“They were naked Adam! Nude! Birthday suits!”

“The biblical state,” Henry tacks on and Blue nods along graciously.

Make it four times before nine in the morning.

“It’s Orla…. She’s eccentric

“It was on the couch! I sit on that couch Adam!” blue hits her hand against the table, fully indignant now.

“I really would recommend having it at the very least steam cleaned before partaking in that activity  again,” Henry advises sagely as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Oh no! No way! I will never sit on that couch another day of my life!”

“Glad to see you’re taking this reasonably,” Adam says, voice blithe, as he brings their cereal bowls to the sink.

“Don’t start with me Adam! You haven’t seen the things I have! The freckles and birthmarks— The hair.” Blue shutters and henry slings an arm around her slim shoulders in comfort, clucking his tongue all the while.

Fifth…. It’s been the fifth time now.

“So how do you reckon you’ll live in there without sitting on the couch ever again?” He needles with a quirked brow, fully having decided to just fall into the dramatics. It’s always easier for him at the end of the day  when just excepting it.

“I’m moving out! Duh.”

“Oo, My Blueberry is becoming her very own American woman!” Henry preens. “Let me get you a chic new outfit Sabrina style!”

“That movie is sexist and culturally appropriates middle eastern garb.” Blue sniffs.

“Good to know that the new Blue has still got all her old spunk.”

“You’re both ridiculous,” Adam tells them, lips pinched.

“We bring bursts of color into your otherwise stale existence,” Blue argues loftily.

“Ridiculous,” Adam repeats with feeling.

“Lying doesn’t become you my dear Henrietta Prince,” Henry tells him far too frankly before turning his attention back to Blue. “You know you’ve got a place here if you want it.”

“Where?” Blue snorts. “In your living room?”

“Our couch doesn’t have naked Orla germs,” Adam offers halfheartedly. 

Blue just levels him with a unimpressed look, and Adam’s got flashbacks to junior year when Maura caught the pair of them getting drunk off Persephone’s peach wine coolers.

It’s terrifying.

“Charming. But no need, I’ve already begun sifting around for places nearby that are looking for a new roommate.”

Adam takes the papers she’s already printed off and begins shuffling through them.

“This one has like five cats,” he tells her with a curled lip.

“It sounds homey.”

“You’re allergic,” Adam rebukes. 

“I’m desperate Adam!” Blue reminds him.

“This one has a picture of him wearing a MAGA hat on his facebook profile pic,” Henry informs her, holding a second listing.

“Okay not that desperate,” Blue crumples it up and tosses it to the side. Adam would tell her to throw it in the trash like an adult but reasons she’s having a moment. 

“Mmm, what about this one,” she waves around the paper and Henry takes it to look over himself.

“It’s with three random dudes.”

“Three normal looking dudes,” Blue presses. “And so to reiterate, I’m desperate.”

“Ted Bundy was a normal looking dude,” Adam charges, making Blue glare at him menacingly.

“Adam I can still see flesh in my nightmares!”

Sixth, sixth time he’s rolled his eyes. Jesus fucking Christ Adam is gonna be sent to an early grave because of  an aneurism from them.

.-

The problem is that when Blue sets her mind on something, not even the angels above can dissuade  her from it, so that’s why Adam spends his Saturday afternoon— the only one he’s had off from a shoot in literally three months— driving to some sketch apartment with her and Henry, in the latter’s abrasively flashy sports car. 

He feels like a fraud.

“Blueberry are you sure you put in the right address?” Henry asks, face scrunched in confusion once they cruise into the open parking spot in front of a dilapidated looking  manufacturing building.

Blue flickers her eyes back down towards her phone before glancing up with a sure nod. 

“Look it says Monmouth right over there on the sign near the front door. This’s the right place.” 

“Right place to get murdered,” Adam intones darkly. 

Blue only tosses him a glare before slipping out.

“Are we bad people for going along with this?” Henry asks Adam, his mouth downturned in concern.

“Nah, we were bad people long before this.” Adam assures him wryly  before following suit.

.-

“I don’t want a new roommate,” Ronan tells Gansey for the third time in the past hour. In turn, Gansey only rolls his eyes before trying to stuff the old pizza boxes into the trash can. God fucking damn it, Helen’s right, they do live like pigs.

“I think it’s a good idea,” Noah contends. “It’ll bring some new energy in this place.”

“Oy, what did I tell you about saying shit like energy and chakras.”

“That’s it’s something a douche hipster would say and you’d throw me out a window if you heard it again.”

“And yet.”

“All I can say to that is dude you need to clear your chakras.” Noah says, fully goading, and making it so an unexpected laugh tears out of Ronan, the total prick.

“For the love that is all holy and right, will you two please just attempt to act normal when she gets here.”

“It’s a girl?”

“A girl with models as friends,” Noah perks, completely beaming. “And you know what that means,” Noah winks and Ronan, for the good of the public, cuffs him on the back of the head. Hard.

“You fucking sly dog, how do you even know that?”

“Preliminary interview through the phone,” Noah shrugs. “She sounds nice, better than living with that guy with a pet snake.”

“That snake was fucking cool.” Ronan argues.

“There’s a one pet limit here, and your raven has taken the slot.” Gansey huffs, hand on his hip like Aurora would do if Ronan and Declan were being especially rowdy. “And Noah don’t ask about her model friends, that’s creepy.”

“That’s kind of my shtick man.” Noah points out, wide eyed.

“Less horror film creepy and more loser from Revenge of the Nerds creepy,” Gansey clarifies scoldingly.

Noah swallows down a lump, properly cowed.

It’s right then when the doorbell rings and Gansey frantically puts in the last of the empty cups into the dishwasher from the sink before scurrying to the doorway, Noah and Ronan on his heals.

Ronan knows he lost the battle and the war the moment the door swings open and the first thing the pixie sized, colorfully dressed girl says is a glowing “Blank 182?” While gesturing towards Noah’s… Well Noah’s everything.

Noah looks like the cat who’s gotten into the cream, Gansey looks more glowing than usual, and Ronan can’t take his eyes off the sandy haired boy she’s brought along with her.

.-

Living with Blue is a beast that Ronan can’t quite figure out how to defeat.

She, probably like any sane person, expects the house to be in some sort of semblance— aka no more jackets and other innocuous articles of clothing thrown about the shared living space, and for dishes to be rinsed after use and put into the dishwasher accordingly. 

“Your rooms can be as trashy as you want, but can we please not make the whole place a pigsty,” she had sniffed with a cocked head and jut out hip. Gansey of course nodded giddily— on account to his staring at her all moony ever since meeting her— Noah had shrugged, indifferent. But Ronan held out as long as possible, sneer on his lips. But alas, she met his every zig with a zag and he found himself in a stalemate.

But Ronan could deal with the tidiness and even the impromptu yoga sessions she holds with randoms from her classes at university. Hell he could deal with her weird obsession with Yogurt too, and can actually listen to her rants about the patriarchy and institutional blocks that keeps the impoverished and people of color and women down from being able to achieve feats once only meant for wealthy white men. Fuck, Ronan’s come to think her particular brand of spitfire humor is actually hilarious.

So yes all of this is fine. But with Blue comes them. Henry Cheng, best friend she met at some art class her freshman year. And fucking Adam Parrish, apparently someone she’s known for so long and so intimately that she refers to him as family more often than not.

And yeah. Ronan is not jealous and Noah needs to take that fucking sneer off his face.

“You’re jealous!”

“I am not jealous!” Ronan yells emphatically for the fifth time.

“Ronan has a crush!”

“Noah God so help me!” He threatens, totally venomous.

“You’re in loveee!” 

“Noah I will destroy you!”

.-

Okay so Ronan might be sorta, kinda, not jealous…. But bothered. Yes Bothered. He’s bothered because he can’t fucking figure out Blue and Adam’s deal. One second they’re sniping at one another about the economy and the next she’s lying her head in his lap while he’s carding a hand through her hair.

Fucking salacious shit.

But occasionally, on especially good days, Blue falls asleep early and instead of going back home right away, Adam stays. He stays and he shares a drink with Ronan on the porch and they talk about nothing really, but also a lot of things. Ronan find’s out he basically grew up with Blue, that she was his first everything. He’s deaf in his left ear and he didn’t mean to fall into modeling but he didn’t have enough money to finish the semester at MIT and instead of giving up he took up some side gigs which eventually culminated into a career of his own. 

Ronan finds out that Adam’s favorite flavor of ice cream is cow tracks and his front tooth is chipped from behind.  Adam has a small, crooked smile and when he laughs its more breath than sound and its absolutely lovely.

Ronan finds this all out but still has no idea whether he has a shot.

And again, he’s bothered.

.-

“I vote on something classic,” Blue tells them with a sip of her shake. (Read the shake Adam bought but Blue somehow still always drinks half of even while she complains about being on a diet, which then leads her to grouse about how Adam stays narrow and lithe even if he eats four quarter pounders back to back).

Sadly, this happened once and only once when Adam was especially stressed over a finals week and hadn’t eaten for literally three straight days. 

She really has seen him at his worst.

“Ooo, let’s watch some singing in the rain! I’m ready to belt out some toons.” Henry crows.

“Oh well if it includes your perfectly pitched singing,” Adam says flatly. Blue promptly elbow checks him and Henry waggles his tongue out.

“Sounds good to me Henry, so where?”

“Your place?” Adam says, brow kinked and trying to smother down the hopefulness in his voice. Of course, it doesn’t work. They know him better than anyone else, and they immediately stick him with matching smirks.

“Pray tell Parrish, me and you have the better entertainment system by far, and yet you’ve been insistent on heading to Blueberry’s place for our weekly movie nights for the past two months…. Hah, I wonder what two months signify?”

“Ooo ooo! I know Henry, I know!” Blue teases swinging her arm up high like an excited school girl. “I just moved into Monmouth and Then Adam over here got all slack jawed and goofily eyed over my scary roommate!”

“Blueberry gets the point!” Henry squawks, giving her a makeshift bracelet out of the straw wrapper.

Adam looks at them both with as much fury as he could muster, cheeks infused red, and jaw locked.

In retort, they only laugh ebulliently.

Adam is so tempted to make new friends.

.-

Ronan opens the door on a random Thursday afternoon a week later and Adam steels his nerves, not about to back down.

“Oh, ah Parrish.” His prominent brows furrow together, suspicious. “Maggot isn’t here yet.”

“I know,” Adam says, head tipped high. “Can I come in?”

Ronan only shrugs as he moves aside to give him the room to enter.

“You look like you have something squirming up your ass,” Ronan tells him, as blunt and as crass as ever.

Adam silently questions to the universe why is it that he’s so resoundingly attracted to him for that.

“You’re so eloquent with your words Lynch, you know that?” Adam tells him, completely flat, and making it so Ronan’s answering grin is something feral and amused.

“So you gonna just stand there looking pretty or actually get it out?”

“Jesus Christ, do you have an ounce of patience in your entire body?”

“I sweat it out at the gym, you wouldn’t know that skinny.” Ronan barbs, hip checking him while he struts to the kitchen.

Adam just glares after his form… His well built and deliciously broad shoulders.

“Still got enough muscle to beat your ass,” Adam teases and Ronan leers, impressed. Adam walks closer, magnetized. 

“So Blue’s enlightened me about something.”

Ronan hikes up a brow, betraying his mask of indifference.

“Is that right. What? Did Maggot make you understand that the hand holding and lovey-dovey looks are getting abrasive?”

Adam is utterly confused to what he’s talking about— Did he find out about the crush, and if so does that mean he’s already, wordlessly rejected Adam. Is Ronan completely uncomfortable right now.

Adam shakes off the questions, is determined to just plunge in for once in his life without beating a situation to death with analysis.

“She’s enlightened me that my crush on you is getting to ridiculous levels of yearning and i should just ask you out like an adult.”

A thousand different expressions pull at Ronan’s face until finding landing at something Adam can only call aw.

“Oh— Ah, wait. Wait do you like me?”

Adam rolls his eyes heavenwards. God he really is going to get an aneurysm.

“You are such a doofus,” Adam sighs before inkling his head forwards and kissing Ronan senseless.

Ronan grabs his head and presses impossibly closer.

.-

Later that night, when Henry and Blue march in with the decided upon movie they both begin to preen at the sight of them, exchange bills with Noah and Gansey too.

Again, Adam is going to be sent to an early grave. But hey, if in the meanwhile Ronan does that thing with his tongue, Adam will at least enjoy his final earthly days.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Helping Robert

It had been a few months since Luka has help Robert come sober, slowly but surely Robert was doing good. Going to AA meetings were something that Robert was not too keen on doing. Sitting on around talking to a bunch of strangers was something that didn’t feel right to him.

As the week was rolling by Robert was sitting on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and ichying for a drink, but he throw out every bottle of whiskey he hand lying around the house.

He could go the store and get some. No one would know. Luka wouldn’t know.

One drink would not kill anyone.

Robert shook his head, and sat up. Places his hand over his face, and sighs loudly to himself.

Betsy, the Boston Terror was looking at him, she whimpers.

Robert smiles at the pup and pats her head, gently. “Good girl.”

He reaches for his phone, and looks at him. Should he reach out to Luka?

The guy was probably asleep, but Robert texted him.

Robert’s text: *hey. you awake?*

He sent a massage, and waited about a few moments. After about a few minutes, Robert was about take a shower when his phone chimed. He quickly looks at his phone, saw Luka was still up, thank god.

Luka’s texte: *hey! 😁 what’s up? everything okay??*

Robert paused before texting back. *can I come over for a bit??

After a few moments Luka texted back *yeah, sure. Come over. Are you ok??**

Robert’s text: I need to talk to someone.

Meanwhile at Luka’s house he was sitting down in the living room, really a book, staining at his phone with a worried expression on his.

Luka’s text: Yes, of course.

After a 10 minutes, the door bell ring and Luka walks over to open the door, as soon as he did Betsy came running like bat out of hell and ran into the living room.

Robert came walking in. His face looked somewhat pale and dark circles under his eyes.

Luka: Hey. ... Are you okay?

Robert: N-No... just... havin’ a rough night is all.

Luka nods but didn’t say anything, Robert walks into the living room, where Ponyo the cat lying on the couch sleeping soundly.

Robert smiles and reaches out to pet the cats head.

Ponyo lets out soft meow, and begins to purring, and rolled onto his back, letting Robert pets his belly.

Robert: Heh. Good kitty.

Luka: (walks in) Can I get you some tea?

Robert: Tea? (looks at him)

Luka: Yeah, I have green tea, green tea with mint, black tea, peppermint tea, or plain mint. ... ... Oh. There’s raspberry tea, chamomile tea.

Robert: ... ... The hell are ya, Luka? British?

Luka: Heheh. Kinda. I did live in the UK for 10 years with my husband before we moved back to the U.S.

Robert: ... ... Well that explains lot... Um... I dunno, ain’t much of tea guy... Chamomile tea, I guess.

Luka: You got it.

He walks out the room, and Betcy follows him into the kitchen.

Robert stops petting Ponyo and begins looking around the the large living room.

It was sit up very nicely, the couches pushed up against the walls, a large coffee table with beautiful flowers in small vase in the meddle, and some book.

Robert looking at the the photos that were hanging on the walls.

He looks around and smiles when sees cute pictures of Amanda when she was younger, and some pictures of friends and possibly some family.

Robert walks over the fireplace and sees one picture that caught his eye.

He reaches out and takes it, then looks at it.

Robert: No... It can’t be.

It was picture of Luka, smiling like at the camera his hands on Amanda’s shoulder who was held two pease signs and standing next on Luka’s right was taller muscular looking, with brown sink, light hazel eyes, and his arm Luka’s waste and his other hand on Amanda’s head.

Robert then saw other two photos with Luka and same taller man. It was wedding photo, both of them looked younger, and both wearing tuxes, and were kissing, and other laughing with white cake all over their face. And one where the the taller man was carrying Luka bridle style looking angry and embarrassed, and the taller man laughing and smiling brightly.

Robert then saw another picture of the Luka and the taller hold small baby girl Amanda, both of them smiling happy, and one the taller man was holding baby Amanda, her small on his shoulder, and a sweet smile on the taller face.

Robert: ... Alexander ‘The bone crush’ Jarvis! (thinking) LUKA WAS MARRIED TO ONE WORLD’S GREATEST BOXERS!? ... OH, MY GOD!!!

Amanda came walking down stairs, and sees Robert, standing in the living room and dumbfounded look on his face.

Amanda: Hey! Robert! ... Are ... you okay?

Robert: (looks at her) YOUR OLD MAN WAS ALEX BONE CRUSHER?!

Amanda: (looks at him awkwardly) Um... Yeah.

Robert: Oh, yeah! Kid, your dad was world famous boxer! You’re dad kicked ass!!

Luka: (walks in with a hot cup of tea) Here’s your—

Robert: (storms over to Luka) YOU WERE MARRIED TO ALEX THE BONE CRUSH?!

Luka nearly drops the hot cup off onto himself, and looks at Robert confused.

Luka: HUH?! What... the hell are you talking about?!

Amanda: Dad, language.

Luka: ... ... (gives her a sideways glance) What in the world are you talking about?

Robert: YOUR HUSBAND IS ALEX THE BONECRUSHER! HELLO!?

Luka: ... Ooooookay. And...?

Robert: ... Why are you not makin’ a big deal about this!? Your husband was a world famous boxer! YOU WON 35 MATCHES AND ONE OF THE BEST BOXERS IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD!!

Luka: ... ... (gets annoyed) Can you please shouting in my house. You’re freaking out the cat.

Robert blinks looks at Ponyo, who he saw was running out of the room.

Robert: Oh, sorry, old man.

Robert sits down the couch, and Luka places the tea onto the table and Amanda sits in the love couch, and Betcy hops onto her lap. Amanda smiles and hugs her.

Luka: Yeah, I was married to Alex.

Robert: For how long?

Luka: ... Um, Amanda is 18, so... 23 years

Robert: ... Seriously. Y-You were married and raised a kid with Alex The Bone Crusher.

Luka: (smiles) Yep. But to us he was a loving father and husband to us. Plus he kinda hated being famous.

Robert: Really?

Amanda: Yeah. Daddy hated being a celebrity. He would do interviews, and show up to charity events, but that’s about it. He just enjoyed boxing.

Robert: ... Huh? I-I didn’t know you were married to a badass man. Dude was monster in the ring.

Luka: Yeah... He was. (picks up the photo, and smiles) But he was big softly and goofball. And kind of big baby.

Robert: No, really?

Amanda: Oh, yeah. Daddy... Would scream and run away if he saw a bug. He hated bugs, snakes bats... And he was scared of ferrets.

Luka: Hehe. Remember you had a Ferret was a class pet, he refused to come out of room, then you made him the it... God, I have seen a man go from pure fear to madly in love in one second. Heh.

Amanda: Then he tried to adopt a ferret and we got Ponyo instead.

Luka: Yeah, Alex was a one of kind man.

Robert looks at the sweet smile on Luka’s. Amanda was looking one to other and stands up.

Amanda: Welp, it’s gettin’ late.

Gonna hit the hey. Night, Pops.

Luka: (look up) Huh? Oh, goodnight, sweetheart.

She walks up to him and kisses him on the cheek, smiles at Robert, who nods and smiles, she heads the upstairs.

Robert: ... You’re is a good kid.

Luka: Heh. Yeah. She is one of kind. (puts the photo down) So... Are you okay?

Robert looks at him, then looks at the mud of tea that was in his hand.

Robert: I... have been strugglin’ a lot lately.

Luka looks at him, and Robert sighs and takes a drink from his tea and sighs.

Robert: I-I was about to walk over to the liquor store... (puts his hand over his face) I... I don’t know what to do, Luka. I’ve been goin’ to these AA meetings for the past month and ... I don’t if I can’t keepin’. ... We had to hold hands and sing Goddamn Kumbaya.

Luka: I don’t think it’s that bad.

Robert: Luka, literally we had a stand in the a circle and sing kumbaya... It was... awakened.

Luka: ... ... That’s... Okay. (thinks for a moment) Have you thought about talking to someone?

Robert: I tried to reach out to Mary, but she’s got own shut to wal with.

Luka: That’s not what I meant.

Robert looks at him confused.

Luka: I was saying you should see a therapist about this.

Robert: ... A therapist? You’re bullshttin’ me.

Luka: (gets serious) I’m not bullshitting. I think you should see a therapist. I know a good one. Her name is Jessica Gilbert.

Robert: Wait... You go to therapy?

Luka: ... Yeaaah. Me and Amanda both do.

Robert: Wait, seriously? You both go to therapy? But...

Luka: But what?

Robert: You’re both so normal. You guys don’t see seem to have an issues. (grins)

Luka didn’t say anything, just looks at away for a moment. Robert’s smile fades, realizing that he said something stupid.

Robert: Shit... I-I... I’m sorry I wasn’t tryin’ to—

Luka: No, it’s... Okay. (pauses) After Alex passed away, Amanda... She... completely shut down. She wouldn’t eat, bearly spoke a word for 2 weeks. It was like all the joy and happiness was sucked out my girl life. It was most terrifying thing in my life. So, I took her see Jessica slowly but slowly, but surely, Amanda was back to herself.

Robert: ... ... What about you?

Luka: Huh? Oh, well, I have been seeing Jessica for years, even before Alex passed away. I-I hacd PTSD and anxiety.

Robert: ... ... Damn. I-I ... hand No idea.

Luka: Yeah. It’s something I don’t like talking about. I had a shit happened to me some years ago, but... I’m a lot better. (smiles) Yeah, I have days where I snuggle. Just like you.

He reaches and touches Robert’s hand, and squeeze gently.

Luka: Which is why I think you need this. I can’t make you going to therapy, but... I promise helps heal, the scars are there, and they still hurt like hell, but trust me... they will heal if let them.

Robert looks at Luka, and slowly takes his hand into his holds gently, the smiles.

Robert: Okay. I’ll give her a call tomorrow.

Luka smiles, and Robert moves closer to Luka, and rests his head his against his.

Robert: ... Thank you, Luka.

Luka: What are friends for.

Robert: ... ... Can I, um, stay the night?

Luka: Yeah. Of course. Let me set up the geust bedroom set up.

Robert nods and the two walked up the stairs and down at the very end hallway, and last down to the left, and small room.

Luka walks over to small closet and pulls out some sheets and blankets, as Ponyo came walking into the room, rubbing his body against Robert’s leg, and Betcy came running up, next to the cat.

Ponyo looks at her and begins nuzzling closer to her, Betcy began licking his face.

Robert watches them, smiling at the cute sight.

Robert: Gotta say Ponyo is very good with Betsy.

Luka: Heh. He is. We mostly grew with a our old Rottweiler, Suzy. She was a good girl. (pulls some blankets on the bed)

Robert: Aww. I wish I could have met her.(rubs the back of his head) Um, ya thanks. For lettin’ me stay the night.

Luka: No problem. I can understand. I kinda hate being alone sometimes too.

He made up the bed, and looks at Robert with smile.

Luka: Nothin’ to fancy, but it should be comfortable.

Robert: It’s perfect. Thanks again, Luka.

He walks up to him, his face goes a little pink, and hugs Luka who was taken aback by this action and hugs him back.

Robert: Thanks. ... I-I... I don’t really don’t know what else say. Thank you.

He pulls away, Luka’s sweet warm smile nearly made Robert’s heart melt.

Luka: Hey, Wait. I think there’s something that could help you. Give me a few minutes.

He walks up out room. Robert sits on the bed, and lays on it, looking ceiling.

After a few moments, Luka came walking caming back holding a black notebook, and pen.

Luka: Here.

Robert: Huh? (sits up, and takes it, and looks through the blank pages) ... ... I’m lost.

Luka: It’s a journal. I thought it might help you.

Robert: I’m don’t get it.

Luka: Well, Me and Amanda journal all the time, and it helped us out when dealing with our personal issues. It might help you as well, Robert.

Robert: Soooo... Write down my thought and feelin’. That kinda shit?

Luka: Pretty much.

Robert: And this works?

Luka: Dosen’t hurt to try.

Robert: Heh, touché.

Luka: Is there anything else you need?

Robert: No, you and Amanda have been good to me. I’m gonna try and gets some set eye.

Luka: Of course. Let me know if you need anything.

Robert nods thanking Luka again, he smiles the walks out the room.

Robert then looks at the notebook, he sits on the table, heads into the the bathroom, get changed into his pjs and brush his teeth.

He walks of the bathroom with a green t-shirt and gray sweatpants, looks walks over to the bed, looks down at the notebook again, thinking.

Robert: What the hell...

He sits down an the bed, picks up the notebook and pens, slowly began writing.

[imagine-wannaone]

Let That Ship Sale

Lmao once again can’t title but I’m back, and the request was for an award show or something but the isac’s where the other day and wanna one has never gone and I like to dream okay so I hope this is okay, i could do another at an actual show w another member if you’d like idk. Also props to whoever can tell whoever the idols faces at the isac’s I edited out of the pictures (That I don’t own btw credit to owners) for the header board thingy belong to hehe.

Summary: All your fans are shipping you with Daniel and you can’t say you disagree.

 • The ISAC’s were always something you had mixed emotions about,  • Your group was pretty popular and didn’t exactly need the promotion, but your company was small so it was a good idea to go anyway, even if it was just to have a bit of fun,  • You enjoyed spending time with friends from other groups and sending your fans things you’d made, but you could be working on new songs and just the fact the day was so long,  • But at least you got to wear a tracksuit like damn,  • You were a self producing group who tried out most genres, generally more hiphop and R&B so you’d had many different clothing styles, but nothing beat the black tracksuit the event organizer handed you and the four others in your group,  • But at way too early o'clock (honestly any time before 11 am) you pulled yourself out of the car with your group and made your way to the stadium, you all had unique styles; braided hair or sunglasses,  • Wow y'all so beautiful and powerful looking I’m quaking,  • Y'all known for singing about important matters and independence and basically being badass and are actually rlly respected for it and popular,  • Don’t take no shit from no one, you’re out to win today,  • And to compliment your friends about all their comebacks and catch up of course,  • And then there’s the small matter of Mr Kang Daniel,  • One of the boys of the Monster Rookie™ group Wanna One that had taken the nation’s hearts pretty much overnight,  • The fans of your group and his had, continuously since their debut, been shipping you nonstop,  • And yeah, you thought he was cute and funny but you’d never even met; the most you’ve done was nod to each other or complimented his group on passing after a performance,  • And you’re slightly afraid that the shipping would now make it awkward for the two of you to meet and interact; afraid your Stan’s would take it way too far,  • You just hope you can get a ‘hi’ or a quick conversation in today with him, although you know it may be difficult,  • But your whole group is about not really caring about others’ standards, so you’re going have to remember that,  • The opening runs smoothly, and you manage to sneak up to where the fans are and hand out your lunch boxes yourself, although the rules say you really shouldn’t go to the fans area,  • (VIXX what trolls this year tho I love them)  • You’re sat with Irene and Yeri, Seulgi quite literally asleep on your lap and your members teasing your fans not 10 feet away and honestly wow,  • But then the archery gets called up and you have to slide yourself away,  • Which breaks your heart because yanno when a puppy is asleep on you so you can’t move?  • Like that,  • But you grab Tae, the member you’re going to do archery with, and wander off,  • You go second, so while you’re waiting you slip some black face paint out of your pocket, before painting some black streaks across Tae’s cheeks as she paints 3 down your face,  • Because how else you gunna show you’re ready for war?????  • As soon as your competitors look over to you they burst out laughing at the funny faces you pull, one of those competitors in waiting including Kang Daniel himself,

 • You make sure to send him a goofy fake scowl, challenging him, to which he cracks up,

• Omg a beautiful sight, Daniel smiling? Those cresent eyes? Soft cheeks? WoW,  • In essence - face paint is a very effective way to distract your competitors as well as amusing your fans,  • And you totally ace the archery,  • You walk away with a Silver medal and that’s totally good enough for you,  • But then an interview reporter grabs you and you’re whisked away,  • At this point you’re used to it, them Interviewers - they’re everywhere,  • “Y/N congratulations on the silver medal! It must have something to do with the face paint?”  • The lady smiles brightly and you laugh a little,  • “It must be, it was Tae’s idea to show we meant business,”  • The lady laughs at this, and starts to ask questions about your latest comeback and the paint, noting how you may have started a new fashion trend, the concept of your new song and making you rap a little bit of your verse, to which your fans scream,  • Wow we love a supportive family,  • They make your heart race as always as you wave to them,  • “One quick thing before you go, Y/N, I don’t suppose you’ve heard your fans talk about you and wanna ones Kang Daniel?”  • You’re heart drops at that and you blush, laughing nervously,  • “I’ve seen a few things, but don’t know a lot about it,”  • You’re such a great liar damn no one suspects a thing,  • “Ah, quite a lot of fans are shipping you; saying you’d make a very cute couple,”  • You know this is very much a breach of privacy and kinda rude, but you’re known for being quite laid back in your group, so you’re not thrown, although maybe a little lost for words,

 • And answers,  • And anything that won’t give away your small crush on the member of wanna one,  • “ Ah, I think our fans are right, Daniel is very cute and charming, although I’ve not really got the opportunity to get to know him yet,”  • Lmao smooth,  • Yeah right, you’re pretty obvious,  • Although you’re sort of mortified by the fact you’ve inadvertently just said 1) Daniel is very cute to thousands of people and 2) you basically ship the two of you,  • You do your natural thing and play it off as if you just told them your first name,  • You hear some laughing nearby and quickly glance to spot where you recognise Ong Seongwoo and Kim  Jaehwan slapping Daniel himself on the back, way too close, his cheeks bright red and a soft smile on his face as the cameras, no doubt, zoom in on him,  • He waves a little when he sees you looking,  • Wow what is a normal heart rate,

 • You laugh,  • At least you’re not the only one to get a taste of this embarrassment,  • You’re not alone in your suffering,  • And you nearly run away to hide when the interviewer motions Daniel to come closer and he actually complies,  • What a snake,  • He greets the interviewer and the two of you bow to each other all flushed, not knowing how to stand next to each other,  • It’s all very awkward wow,  • You know you’ve all been in the situation where you’re with that family member and they’ve already asked about school/work and now have nothing to say,  • yeah idk if that’s too specific,  • “Daniel, I don’t suppose you’ve heard about the fans shipping either? How do you feel about it?”  • You want to melt as Daniels eyes meet yours and a smile stretches across his face,  • “I think y/n’s music is incredible and she’s very cute and I’d like to get to know her more,”  • You’re dead,  • Daniels whole face is red as his eyes skim everywhere and he laughs a little,  • This is so weird and unheard of, don’t fans usually not want their idols to date? Aren’t there many things and rules about this?  • (y'all it’s stupid it’s their own life let idols date if they want)  • But here you are, stood next to your crush, both of you blushing messes, getting set up by your own fans,  • “Well that’s very interesting, make sure to get to know each other later,”

 • The MC/interviewer chirps and you laugh and stay cool as always, proud you haven’t let anything show except for maybe a slight blush,  • Daniel goes to leave but quickly throws his arms around you, giving you a hug at the speed of light before flying away,

 • You can hear the fans in the stadium squeal jeez,  • Wow, what just happened???  • You quickly jog back to your group who’s hanging out with GFriend and Seventeen after having to send some aegyo to the crowd,  • You nearly died of the embarrassment and cringe, but soldiered through,  • Let’s just say you get roasted,  • Apparently everyone in your group is a savage???? Do they hate you???? Wish for your torment?????  • Nah they’re just your best friends,  • And just when you’re forgetting about your interview ordeal, your group gets called for the relay race you’re all determined to conquer, having perfect harmony for the change over,  • While you may not be the tallest, you’re all fast as hell, having run away from your manager a couple of times,  • Lmao you just wanted boba tea,  • But you draw more paint, all slightly different, onto the others’ faces before heading over to the track to show everyone what running actually is,  • You run last, which is a lot of pressure wow,  • And your member is running towards you and they’re neck and neck with a member of twice like damn,  • But you take the baton smooth as hell and your legs move quicker than you can compute, almost leaving your torso behind as you focus your whole mind on faster, smoother, faster,  • As you’re speeding past you spot Daniel out of the corner of your eye yelling and you can hear your name and wow,  • Your heart starts hammering even harder and your head goes a little dizzy, your legs stumbling a little,  • But nah you don’t let no boy get in the way of your gold medal as you steam ahead and wow,  • 1st place what a gem,  • I mean it’s your 3rd gold medal in relay, you guys holding the title, just champs I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  • When sport 💪💪 is life ✌✌✌ can’t let anyone 👨👩 beat you 💃💃  • I hate myself,  • But then Daniel’s doing relay as well so you make sure to cheer equally as loud,  • Which is hard when you’re still catching your breath,  • Who needs Oxygen anyway???  • And the little shit has the audacity to, very obviously, send you a wink,  • An unmistakable wink,  • What sort of out of the world confidence does he have, he was in 2nd place as well,  • As much as you’re shook, it makes you a little soft, but no one will leT yOu lIVE,  • All slapping your back or ruffling your hair,  • The DeFianCe???  • But you go to get a water bottle and who do you run into?  • Yeah, Daniel,  • “Congrats on gold~”  • His soft tone,  • wow,  • His soft smile,  • Wow,  • The two if you actually talking?  • W o w,  • “Hey I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to put you in the spot and-”  • Lmao yeah, maybe you feel bad a lil for dragging him into what may be a nightmare of always being asked about each other,  • “No it’s okay, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time, I meant it when I said you where cute,”  • Wow you’re a goner for this rookie,  • “So did I,”  • Wow smooth, not awkward at all,

 • “I like the paint by the way, but it makes you a little scary when you’re not smiling,”  • Lmao the idea was for you and the squad to look scary and badass especially for the broadcast,  • Little do the fans know the next Comeback has a fierce concept,  • Lmao playing with fans wow that’s always fun 🙃🙃🙃  • “Here,”  • You bring your face paint tub out and hold it up for him, raising an eye brow in question,  • He laughs and nods goofily, to which you crack the paint out,

 • You run a finger from his forehead down to his jawline in neat straight lines doing down, his skin soft and warm, the look when he closes his eyes so innocent and pure,  • Get you a soft man,

• It makes your hand tingle and you’re heart race at the close proximity, standing on your tiptoes and resting a hand on his shoulder for support,  • It’s only when you’ve finished do you realise his is now pretty much identical to yours,  • WhoOps ACcIDenTS HaPPEn,  • But he still looks damn cute,  • And you know a fancam of this will be all over the internet later,  • Hey; you may even share it on a private account who can say?????  • And wow if you don’t continue to spend the rest of the ISAC’s together, taking stupid pictures with people and giving the internet a heart attack,  • By the end of the day it seems almost all idols have some sort of facepaint?  • A star or a couple of lines of just a smudge done by a member of their group,  • A trend starter?  • But you’re all leaving the arena with the SqUAD,  • But then a hand gently takes your wrist and Daniel leads you to the side of the corridor with your group mates sending teasing smirks over the shoulder to you,  • With a shy smile he holds out a piece of paper folded neatly and you can see the outline of numbers written on it,  • You laugh lightly, taking the paper and carefully tucking it into your pocket,  • “Text me when you get home?”  • You nod, knowing you’ll spend too long deciding whether to say 'heya’ or 'hi’ and then make a split second decision and put something else entirely,  • And Daniel is just way too cute for you to take,  • He makes a move to leave, eyes hovering over you, before slowly leaning over and gently placing his lips on your forehead, ever so sweet, before nodding, smiling quickly and sliding away

[clandestinehaven]

Day 7

I’m writing this at exactly 5am. My dad asked for my help to sort out some paperworks and to do some writing stuff for him. I think I’m getting paid for that hehehe so I guess staying up this late’s worth it. I also downloaded and watched two Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir episodes so that kind of got into the way of me sleeping early. I love the main characters’ chemistry hahaha super puppy love that’s so cute and charming. Anyhoo, the day went off really fast. The house kinda felt empty without my sisters. Liezel’s classes were 8am-3pm I think and Athena’s is from 12nn-4pm so there wasn’t really someone I could joke around with. I’m quite touched by Liezel today though; straight from school, she proceeded to my room and checked up on me. I totally feel her dependence on me in so many ways.. not to mention her obeying what I say and considering my opinions and thoughts to be the right things. We went to the mall coz dad had another meeting and us the girls (with mom) wandered around. We went to this store a few minutes before we headed back home and I found this cute summer cardigan of some sort for Liezel and she just wanted it right away even if it’s actually a little too matured for her style (not in a sexy way). I appreciate that. Hehe. Also, it’s my first time wearing my makeup haul goodies from the recent Bahrain trip. Deym qurl that Sephora foundation though??? It’s sooo good. And the brushes too. I loved everything except the cheap-ass eyeliner I bought in the Philippines which I wore for the very first time today coz I did not really know how to use ‘em haha but today’s the first day so I hope I go nowhere but to the path of improvement in eyeliner-ing. Hmm so it appears to me that I have five remaining days in the kingdom. My thesis is waiting for me.. I know, I know. I’ll get back to her I promise. I’ve had a break for way too long now and it really is about time. We’ll see about that. Okay so anyway back to the writing thingy I did for dad. I figured I should have something to ponder upon in every daily blog I post up here so here goes.. I tweeted this on my private account.. the Q&A set of interview questions meant for him for a magazine (I suppose) had the question “What is your greatest frustration?” and it struck me so hard, I stared at the screen for a while. Not because I did not know how to answer that for him (which, I honestly didn’t), but because I felt like if I were to answer that, I would bring out a huge piece of myself into what I wrote. In every writeup I did for anyone over the years, I know I’d always have a piece of me poured into it but this one question though???? I do not even know the answer for myself but okay I’ll just write down my totally unfiltered and not proofread, messed up thoughts right here: My greatest frustration would be.. hmm.. there are a lot of things but right now it would probably be having so much excuses? In so many things.. like starting up on my thesis or getting that fitness goals thing or forgetting and forgiving someone. I could totally cover up for my thesis because I know I’m not liking the path I am in, but the career frustration’s been covered up so well by the people I met and the lessons I’ve learned and the doors this path led me to along the way. I hate to say this but everything indeed happens/happened for a reason. However, going back, I have so many excuses. I hope to erase that this year.. and then I’ll head on to my other frustrations and turn them into my bundles of joy the next time. I hope I really get started on the health/fitness thing when I return to the Philippines (I’m really, really eating my heart out and bumming my ass off to pay homage to my “home” so okay last na talaga to?) Anyway, I guess I have to go hit the hay now. 뿅~